never admire marble
but the hand that chisels
the shirt that fits you -
admire the taylor
that covers up your nakedness
but words are past times
smart warriors too
that put you in range
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but the hand that chisels
the shirt that fits you -
admire the taylor
that covers up your nakedness
but words are past times
smart warriors too
that put you in range